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From:	"Erin B. Parks" <CARTEJB0@******.JUNIATA.EDU>
Subject:	A chance meeting...
Date:	Wed, 1 Sep 1993 15:03:22 -0400

Message no. 1 >>>>>[HOI, all ya folks out there in "Sunny ShadowLand"! =>
Random, here!
Those of ya' who attended the concerts here in Seattle, this summer'll know
who I am. Those of you who DIDN'T....yer loss! =) Jus' droppin' by ta
introduce myself, and ta tell ya `bout somethin' that happened last night,
that was kinda'...I dunno'...wild? I was out, jus' kickin' around with my
chummer("partner in crime"?=), Nex, when we hear this kid, screamin' his
drekkin' head off, in some alleyway. Well, Nex has this real soft spot, fer
kids, ya know...an' .I. don't like seein' them in trouble, any more'n the
next guy...so we turn down this alley, a few blocks from the Alabaster
Maiden. An' we see these 6 or so Bloody Screamers, bashin' some poor lil'
Elf-kid. So, Nex sizes the sitch up, right away, an' decides he don't like
the odds...descides ta tip `em, in the kids favor. Jus' as he takes off,
down the alley, some slitch on the .other. end lets loose with some big, bad
fire spell! Sends the gangers scatterin' & screamin' (`specially the one he
toasted, real nice and pretty!)...I tell you what, I thought, fer sure, that
NEX was a .GONER.! But, nope...the flames jus' wash over, n' around him, at
the last second...leavin' .him. without a fraggin' MARK! Well, ol' Nexey-boy
jus' keeps truckin' down that alley, razors n' spurs out, a fire of his own,
flashin' in his eyes--word to the wise...DON'T piss him off! I swear, he
could kill with one a' those nasty looks, alone! An', while those thrillers
are all screwed up, and confused, he starts into the slicin' & dicin'!
Fraggin' Elven cuisinnarte, that guy! The fragger at the other end runs over,
and lends him a hand. Me? I jus' stayed the frag outta' their way...I'm a
rocker-not a fighter! In no time FLAT, those gangers are down fer th' count!
The magicker goes over, ta help the kid up...and gets cussed out, n' kicked in
the shins, fer his trouble! =) The guy jus' sorta' .stands. there, a minute,
lookin' all lost n' squirrely, then starts grumblin' around in Sperethiel. .I.
admit, my Elvish is pretty minimal, but Nex understood him, and jus' snickered
at him. He's none to fond of greenies...figures they're a liability. HELL,
even .I. know that, and I'm not a sam/assassin! From th' way Nex answered him,
I guess the other guy wasn't too up on the local lingo...or even English, fer
that matter. Nex put him straight, on that account, an' introduced himself...
which, with his "street-manner", sounded more like a challenge. The other guy
jus' kinda' looks at him a second, and backs up a touch, even though he was a
good 1/5th of a meter taller n' Nex. Then, he starts starin' at him, real
funny. Well, obviously, THE Nexus didn't take too kindly ta that, and he takes
a step forward. Then, he kinda' stops cold, and looks sorta'...confused, I
guess. And, he starts starin' at the other Elf, .real. hard, sorta' like he's
tryin' ta look THRU him. I guess he was doin' somea' his astral-stuff. I
dunno'....then, his eyes get REAL big, and he starts callin' the other guy
"Senra Finereal". This kinda' makes the slitch nervous, till Nex calls him
"Sen-Sen." Then, it's the other guys turn ta be surprised. He calls Nex
"Culley", and they start laughing an' huggin', an' drek. Turns out, this mage,
Streetwolf, is THE Nexus' .COUSIN., and they haven't seen each other fer 15
YEARS! Now tha' I think of it, they DO look a lot alike. But, Nex is a good
15 kgs. heavier than Streetwolf, and his hair's red & to his waist, while
Streetwolf's is blond, and hits jus' past his shoulders. Plus, Nex has alla'
his "battle scars", and the black cyberarm. They both even have that same,
thick TNO lilt to their voices. Well, before I even know what's goin' on,
Nex has his cousin in this really NASTY headlock, and is brandishin' his
razors by the poor slots face. Seems he was a lil' torqued about the flame-
thrower spell Streetwolf had used! =) Well, Nex jus' janders off, cuz in-tow,
and the two are talkin' real civil and all, about the fact that Streetwolf was
suffocatin', an' how Nex thought he'd looked really silly without his head,
but, that it would solve his "respiratory problems", an' all. Nex REALLY
seemed ta be enjoyin' himself. I guess "Sen-Sen" had always been bigger, when
they were kids! Well...WATCH OUT, NOW, Streetwolf! => Then, the greenie asks
about Nex' family....oooouuhhhhh! BIG mistake! OUT come the SPURS, an' Nex jus'
about buries `em someplace undoubtably uncomfortable & inconvenient on Senra's
personage! ULP! Then, he jus' kinda'...trembles, real violently...an' let's
the mage drop. He took off down the street, sorta' slow & depressed-like. It
kinda' worried me...I've seen him like this, a coupla' times before, `specially
this time of the year, an' it usually means trouble. But, Streetwolf goes
after him...I heard him whisper Nex' mother's name, Tara. I swear, it looked
like he was gonna' cry. I guess he figured it out, pretty quick, an' he
appologized ta Nex, jus' as fast. Nex jus' shrugged, an' said it was a'right,
cause Senra couldn't have known. They jus' sorta' looked at each other, an'
Nex gave him a sickly, half-hearted smile. The mage suggested we all go grab
a coupla' Jameson's. Nex said, if he'd make it 1/2-a-dozen Crested Tens, it
was a date! Guess that means all's fergiven! So, we spent a coupla' more hours,
out on the town, then went our seperate ways. I guess Nex is done sleepin' it
off, though, cause I jus' caught a post, from him. Good ta see ya up n'
around, chummer! An' COUNT ME IN!]<<<<<
-Random(thought patterns)

From:	Vamphyri <vamphyri@*****.NET>
Subject:	A chance meeting
Date:	Fri, 10 Apr 1998 06:17:46 -0400

Message no. 2 ****VIDEO LINK
>>>>>[ A small, non-descript building stands in shadow. Pale light spills
out
of three windows on the entry level. The alley opens wide behind it,
revealing to you that the ground level is built into the side of a hill.
Noise can be heard coming from inside...the sounds of drunken revelry;
music; someone playing with an electronic dartboar; a loud, half-hearted
disagreement.

In the darkness outside, across the street, there is movement. A riggered
van sits there, heavily armoured, and bristling with techno-gadgets. The
back doors swing quietly open, and a large Elven man drops out, clad in
urban camo, and an armoured jacket. He eyes the building up, his dark eyes
going glassy for a moment, then steps aside and signals four others forth
from the van. Moving with military precision, they group themselves in a
ramming formation.

A small Hispanic woman steps forward, her hands ensconced in arcane rings
and bracelets. Raising her arms, she murmurs a song to Coyote, and blue
witchfire takes shape around her hands.

Releasing the spell, it rockets toward the building, and shakes it to it's
crumbling foundation, just as a man with an assault rifle appears at a
window
and fires. The mercenaries open a volley of fire in return, and the Elf in
the
lead signals for them to move in. He presses his back to the wall, and
slams his elbow into the door, causing it to shatter, and drop from it's
frame.
The lintle shifts under the force of the phys ad's blow, and a portion of
the
room inside collapses with a deafening roar, and a choking cloud of dust.

Amid the screams inside, is heard a startlingly high-pitched screech, and
the mercs halt briefly, staring at one another. The phys ad darts inside,
laying a line of supression fire out high as he goes. Stepping into the
carnage, he takes a moment to get his barings, allowing his eyes time to
adjust to the partial darkness. An eerie silence falls over the scene,
only to
be broken by the sound of a small, choking cough, off to his right.

"ADDER!?" another Elf calls out, as he follows his leader into the
destruction. "Adder, take it easy, man! Somebody's gonna take that pretty
head a' yours off! THEN, what'll ya do 'bout getting the ladies!?! " he
jokes,
only to be silenced by a wave of his superior's hand.

"SHHH........" he listens, straining, for any sound. One of the fallen
stirs in a
far corner, a pistol in one hand, and a whiskey bottle in the other. "See
to
'im, HB!" he orders his compatriot, his accent a light mixture of Irish and
German. The younger Elf signals to an Orkish merc who has just shouldered
his way past the broken lintle. "Kenny, gotta live one," and the two walk
over
and dig the man out from under a large, overturned table.

There's a sound from right, again...a low moan of pain. Following the
sound,
he finds a filthy old couch buried beneath a pile of rubble. Digging
through the wreckage, he finds--with his jeans still clutched in his
hands--a man in his late 30's, quite dead. Beside him, beneath a fallen
section of the ceiling,
someone else stirs. The merc begins to dig thru the wreckage with a
strange sense of urgency that shocks even him. Lifting a strut that had
fallen from the floor above, he looks down...and stops in shock.

There, buried in the mess, is the most angelic child imaginable. Long
white
hair frames an equally pale face. His pink mouth is full and pouting, and
a silver ring adorns his bottom lip. A thin trail of blood trickles down a
narrow, pointed chin, and from an adorably pert little nose--also pierced.
Long, graceful ears peek from beneath his silken hair, and a lock of it has
fallen across one flawless cheek. Impulsively, The merc reaches out and
brushes it away. The child's eyes fly open...enourmous, and jet black.
And
glittering wih pain, and the substance he had recently injected into his
long, slender arm...judging by the empty syringe lying in the limp fingers
of his
left hand.

On seeing the man, the boy's dark eyes dart around the room, seeking aid.
Finding none, he begins to stuggle beneath the last beam. And cries out
in pain, clutching at his left shoulder. You see blood seep out around his
lilly-white hand, and between incredibly long, delicate fingers, from a
wound in his chest. The merc gazes in horror at the bullet wound, knowing
that he
had been the cause of it--quite possibly directly!

"Salida!?! SALIDA!" he calls for the shaman. "We've got a casualty! It's
a
KID! Somebody...help me get him outta here!" and he frantically begins
digging the boy out.

"Uhh...uhhnnnnnn..." he moans, as the weight of the debris shifts. "It's
a'right..."the merc murmurs to him. "We're gonna get ya out! Dun worry..."
his gaze locks with the boy's for an instant. And an electric charge seems
to pass between them. The phys ad's left reeling, and he staggers back,
still
holding the last support. The boy sees his chance, and squirms out, giving
the beam a shove with his good hand that nearly knocks the big Elf over.
He jumps up, fastening the snap on his torn, low slung jeans as he goes.
He catches his yellow ragtop on a nail, and mewls in panic and
frustration...
then darts away, barefoot, toward the back of the building, nimble as a
startled jackrabbit!

Dropping the beam, the merc takes off after him with a shout. He follows
him back a wide hall, where he sees him dart thru a side door. Before he
can
enter, he hears the sound of shattering glass, and the screech of a twisted
frame. "GOD...NOO!" he shouts, tearing into the room. A huge,
multipaned window hangs in the far wall, recently relieved of it's glass.
Shards of it litter the floor. And, the remnants of the individual frames
hang
like broken teeth in a gaping mouth.

Running to the window, he sees the flag of the boy's long white hair,
waving
mockingly from the far end of the alley, as he rounds the corner, then is
gone...

"What the hell....?" the fifth member of the team, a human male in his
30's,
enters the room, looking around, bewildered. He walks to his superior's
side, and looks out the window with him, to the ground--two stories below.
And the faint trail of blood that marks the child's footfalls, and runs,
smeared,
along the wall of the neighboring building...]<<<<<

END FEED*****

--Kenny Bunk Port <06:17:25/04-10-59>

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